Write One Page Per Day – 150/365 – May 30, 2018

Present Day

Marcus folded the slip of paper and set it on the passenger’s seat before climbing out of the car. He grabbed his jacket from the back and walked toward the building, his knees screaming at him as he went.

Dale was walking up to him, his six-foot-five-inch slender frame made his strides long enough that he quickly covered the hundred foot gap between them.

“Need some help?” he asked, offering an arm to Marcus.

“No, I’ve got it. I’m happy you could be here.” Marcus replied as he resumed his walk.

“I’m just happy that you could be here. When dad died a few years ago it was you and Aunt Gail that helped me through it. I don’t know how you’re dealing with it so well.” Dale said.

“I don’t know about well, but my heart keeps beating and my lungs keep pulling in air. Not much of a choice if your body won’t let you go.” Marcus said, finding the combination of walking and talking almost too much. “What about you? How have you been doing? I haven’t seen you, Christ, in nearly two years!”

“Time gets away from us, it always does.” Dale smiled at him as they reached the top of the hill, “I’ve been carrying on Dad’s work. The family business can’t rest, you know?”